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LYRICS 

I see a silhouette
I try to escape and now I’m part of it 
barely recognize 
It’s hard to concentrate 
I caught a grip 
Resting on that carpet 
Making out my profit 
They robbin
Picking out my skin and bones 
And cartilage

Mind over matter 
I’m numbin the pain
I’m proud of it
 Pushin my way to the fucking 
Finish line like a mosh pit 
Vomit in da corner of a room 
So the flies feast 
I don’t wanna be the only one that eats 
Seekin out an SOS 
most these people RIP
Still flicking ash on this black T 
Slimmy the black sheep 
Fallin angel lonely reverend 
I’m seeing the signs full of sevens 
Break yourself or go to heaven 
Make yourself a humble servant
Total lies just to minimize
Your human purpose 

Sticks and stones may break my bones 
But practice makes it perfect 
Repetition tunnel vision 
Get the hell on so I can prowl on 

I see a silhouette 
I try to escape and now I’m part of it 
barely recognize 
It’s hard to concentrate 
I caught a grip 
Resting on that carpet 
Making out my profit 
They robbing
Picking out my skin and bones 
And cartilage

Mind over matter I’m numbing the pain
I’m proud of it
 
Pushin my way to the fucking 
Finish line like a mosh pit 
Vomit in the corner of a room 
So the flies feast 
I don’t wanna be the only one that eats 
Seekin out an SOS 
most these people RIP
Still flickin ash on this black T 

2x
I see these demons are crawlin
Or maybe I’m drawn to em 
Finish till the morning
Feel your flesh hit the floor
See these demons are crawlin
Or maybe I’m drawn to em 
Finish till the morning
Feel your flesh hit the floor 

Pull the sword out my spine 
If it makes you feel fine 
Then I’m drainin all the evil 
from my scattered skull

I see a silhouette
I try to escape and now I’m part of it 
barely recognize 
It’s hard to concentrate 
I caught a grip 
Resting on that carpet 
Making out my profit 
They robbin
Picking out my skin and bones 
And cartilage

Mind over matter 
I’m numbin the pain
I’m proud of it
 Pushin my way to the fucking 
Finish line like a mosh pit 
Vomit in da corner of a room 
So the flies feast 
I don’t wanna be the only one that eats 
Seekin out an SOS 
most these people RIP
Still flicking ash on this black T

SWORD IN MY SPINE (Prod. MTHEGREY)

FEDS II (PROD. DRETTA)

MUSIC VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSXVyVydSuU&ab_channel=KidAndre

MIX/MASTER @Prodbrkyoslf

DRIFT SHYT (Prod. SUZUKKI)(VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Written by Ozzy Monroe and Ari Daniels, Produced by Homage, Engineered by Ozzy Monroe & Joshua Frakes

Hit the corner station grab a pack of cigarillos
I'm blowin' indo with my kinfolk we just keep it simple
Invite a nympho over matched with her on Tinder gold
Had her over got un- sober then we match and rolled
Quickly snatched her soul didn't even exchange info
She threw the things her momma taught her right up out the window
The sun is out still got a hoodie on to block the wind out
Indulge in weed and women whenever i'm feeling in doubt
I lost another brother lately I been feeling pinned down
I pick the pen up go and sit down
Gotta get this shit out forreal
I'm stuck in my head
Be here till i'm dead
Not taking the meds my therapist said
Can't move out of bed
I only see red
I'm feeling pinned down
Not answering texts
Don't know what you said
Unless it's for sex i'm staying in bed
I won't get out
We split a quarter ounce of mushrooms then we met the cieling
Hopped in the pool and rolled a wood somebody should've filmed it
I bought a dirty 30 single handedly I killed it
I got a problem when it comes to drinking i'll admit it
I woke up too faded, tired, and jaded
Still feel amazing
Special occasions everyday
I've stolen the game I got it pinned down
Yea and all of the bros been down
All of my boys are on it
We poppin' like Mr. Rogers in Nam
When hes sending shots at them Charlies thats how im rockin
You false and it is so obvious
Chasing after an object
I'm logically leagues above all these talkers that's in the closet
The realest, the cleanest, the motherfuckin G est
The bastard son of the city south bound of the Mason D yes
We running from the east to the west
Got the game pinned down
Gotta put it to the test
And i'm goin' five rounds not afraid of the sweat
Cuz i'm livin' right now gotta pray for the best
Cash money flow cuz I always invest
All my dogs on that got a couple in the stretch
Got a real wide net so I eat what I catch
It's a big fat bet motherfucker we next o yea
Cold weather is coming its got me breathing so clear
I been stressed but i'm blessed so I don't live in no fear
God i'm chasing whats next and I can just feel it right here
All these ametures posting but they ain't going no where
I been stacked
I'm at the show and it's big packed
We on the move and its comical
Yeah I was broke now it's big racks on God
I'm blasting you average and we all laughing
It's cash thats here in my pocket and honestly feeling savage
You cappin' in every move that you makin and it's just sad
Well it's just sad cuz all of my bros have been down
All of my bros have been down
And we got the game pinned down

Gotta Love It

Pinned Down (feat. Ari Daniels)

@THEPHONKSHOP & @KOLDBLOODEDMUSIC

PROD. ICEBERG BLACK

BATMAN!

Catacombs

South Strip - Plenty

Evil Intentions

STUPID FT. KID ANDRE (PROD BY. MARRASFALL x BRKYOSLF)

Persona Non Grata™ 
Produced by Smerdyakov
Written by Ozzy Monroe, Avonsuns, Mawntel, & Ari Daniels
Lyrics below:

I’m not going inside till I get money yuh
Im not going inside till I get paper
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going
Yuh
Im not going inside unless its between the thighs
Im bot going inside
I might just leave em blind
I since the decline of my temperature
My spine sent the shiver
I’ve been high since December
I can’t lie
I out the bread over my wrist atleast
Half of the time
And then I wonder why
Why I cant get no piece of mind
Be with us or be behind
Her nostrils are reading lines
Her logic is redefined
Trippin, lifted, tryna cruise the distance
If it ain’t some Benjamin’s I’ll hit ya in a minute
Flipped it, spent it, that’ll boost your image
I used to be timid but saw it was no limits
Squares around me
I ain’t talking bout no nerds
Im talking bout the piece of paper
That just lifted me off Earth
I think I had gifts
That were intangible since birth
I came out with some scars and bruises
But thats all part of the search
Moneys in my pocket
Bro this shits not just a word
And speaking of a rarely speak a cent and see who gets it first
Yuh
I drop 1 bar the kitchen burn
Go gave this bitch a stitch of nerve
The sick intent to twist my words
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside till I get paper
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside I’ll see you later
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside till I get paper
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside I’ll see you later
Im not sliding right now
Bitch im on psylicibin
She knows I ain’t trickin
When we go eat she buying
My crew flossin
Flexing like Steve Austin
But we leave em Stone cold
We ain’t wrestling or boxing
Your aura shady
Mine is lit up like a stadium
Baby been trippin lately
But she stay giving good cranium
There’s no gymnasium
But the packs flippin daily friend
We stay on top I don’t know what place that they think they in
Cuz everybody know wassup when im heated up
My heart so cold I out the stove in it
The flower doesn’t grow
Until you put your nose in it
We riding with the doors tinted
Getting so lifted
Its getting hot in December
Warmin’ up in the winter
The coat design Chinchilla
Illa when off the dope
If the monkeys flying we peel em
Was different off the coke
But im satisfied with the guala
Buck shots to yo homie
Cuz we wont let em in
Getting comfortable inside the Stu
We settle in
Kick back and sit my feet up
Like im president
Resonate for what you people cant settle with
I like the capitol baby but that aint DC
Cowboy in Dallas so I need money like CD
Fill up my palace with arms, parchment, and green leaves
Im far from average
In practice up you gon see we
You know the business
Stackin’ to wits end
To get rich
You gotta eat shit and split chins
Im fitting the description
Ill earn a pension from a sick pen
The pinnacle lip likely to grip ends
You finished in an instant
Scoop the room when we come thru
Tell a bitch disappear like my sunroof
Till im done coolin’
We all got many not just 1 tooly
Run fool
Go move it
Cameras off
Start shooting
POW
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside till I get paper
Im not going inside till I get money
Im not going inside I’ll see you later

$tone Cold

$tone Cold feat. avonsuns, Mawntel, & Ari Daniels (prod. Smerdyakov)

Cruisin

"BACK AGAINST THE LIGHT"
Produced by @uglyjabronifony

2:11

#SCHEMAPOSSE
#MONTH2 #DAY11

Back Against The Light

OFFICIAL VIDEO

Back Against The Light (prod.  by Fony Wallace)

Booking & Inquiries email ozzymonroe420@gmail.com

Pinned Down (feat. Ari Daniels)

Ozzy Monroe (@ozzymonroe)

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